Zhan Qing's mind was buzzing, he had no idea how he managed to send the last two customers out of the shop.
The sisters who had privately escaped from Hangzhou.
The sisters who sold themselves to bury their father.
The eldest son of the Bai Family...
The unique jade hairpin, not made in Ye City.
All these, like pearls, linked together in his mind.
He numbly disassembled the door and put it away piece by piece.
It was getting late, time to close the shop for the day.
A sweat-drenched shop assistant darted out, "Master, I have cleaned the windows. Let me help you close the shop!"
Without waiting for approval, he grabbed the wooden planks from Zhan Qing's hands, babbling, "Master, your wedding is tomorrow, you need to rest early tonight, rejuvenate and not disappoint the mistress!"
"The mistress is still in the backyard arranging things!"
Zhan Qing suddenly snapped back to reality, "You said the mistress is still arranging things in the backyard?"
Yes!
